I’m Breathing For You

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Chapter 5 The god's still alive You know many wicked situations where brothers tried to return me But... Most High got me here for a purpose Check it [Verse 1] When I was young, I made an oath and it was solemn To scrape my way from being broke without hitting the Island Me and my mans, we juggled coke we used to get from Harlem And jealous brothers on the block, they tried to give us problems I started young, yanking jewels on the A-Train Til thеy blew out my man's brains, then I changed gamеs Yeah, I remember that long ride through that dark tunnel All I could remember is his head laying in the puddle Keep hearing clicks from that empty barrel Feeling my soul leave my body, am I in the air, getting narrowed? See, up until that day my life was physical In my mental keep thinking I'm returning as the spiritual It's like I'm living in a soul's journey after death I keep praising Allah that he sparred my breath Me and my mans, we had plans to get grands, drink champagne He was slained in the game and that's a damn shame Holding the TEC and the firebomb In '82's back-staircase, bubbling, quoting Islam Three in the morning, puffing L's and drinking the Vimto Scheming and thinking of a way to catch a Brinks truck Then all those times we up in central Brooklyn Watching niggas get their shit tooken Facing drug charges for not looking Cooking them grams of yayo, that didn't pay, yo The most my mans got out the game was a big old halo Yo, when they murdered my main man, I was hurt I'd go into their graves and bust some shots at the dirt Some young thugs with a vision to count a mill' Cuz mad brothers got their wigs peeled on Sugar Hill In '87 weighing grams and splitting the profits Now in '96, I read the Qur'an and study about the prophets It's like I'm living on a prayer and my mind is haunted Keep hearing whispers in the dark 'cause my soul is wanted Spiritual wounds never heal from a fast life I ask Christ to forgive me for me past life Spinning the wheel to get the fortune Some brothers ended up bankrupt, locked up or in a coffin Red Hook was live, most of my mans with bullet wounds at a young age I never shot no one, but I know I'ma have the bullet soon Mad times I was surrounded by death Brothers, they'd put up guns to my head, click, no bullets left Yeah, I could still taste that steel from that double barrel When brothers stuck me under the building where my will got narrowed Slap to the forehead, with two pistols I saw red If it wasn't for Ra and Chuck, I would've ended up in the morgue dead I never got the chance to return Ra's blessing Now he's in the essence, my brother's eternally resting We used to envision ruling the industry So I kept the dream alive and signed a contract with Penalty Now I'm negotiating deals over meals Plugged in the game of fortune and fame by Bobby Steels The Gambino like Nino rolling Cee-lo in a Hip-Hop casino Cooking albums hustling 'em like a kilo' I'm trying to sell 900,000, move my Old Earth out of public housing Be in the Land cruising, dealing, browsing Before my journey after life, I'ma get even for you Your spirit lives inside my body and I'm breathing for you [Outro] Word life Make that 180° turn around Street crimes to beats and rhymes I know there are many angels watching over me I'm living on a prayer and the faith like I'm supposed to be Sometimes I see my life flash before my eyes I see reflections of your face when I gaze at the skies Ayo, Poochie, I'm breathing for you Yo, Dennis, I'm breathing for you My man Kenny G Old Diamond, I'm breathing for you Word up GQ, I'm breathing for you, baby Yo, my man Ra, I'm breathing for you